Yello Lyrics
Yello Lyrics
"3rd of June Lyrics"
The Funeral Winds Lyrics
Throughout pain we learn that harmony bleeds Stabbed by the daggers of death, wind whispers its sorrow Weakness splays his wings, infecting my dreams The sand of time slipping through our hands
This is the 3rd of June, 1988
A highly unimportant day
Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over Manhattan
In a downtown far away, Mr. Toomy, our face in a crowd
The city was slow and tired
The Wall Street boys wearing their ties around their neck
like boxer's towels after a fight
Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
Looked at his face, took off his jacket an
Who's that, what's that, what do you mean
I'll never know where I lost my dream
Who's that, what's that, gimme your name
3rd of June, end of game
No looking to the right
No looking to the left
Lenny is a target and always on track
Lenny is a target and nobody shoots
Lenny is a target lost the route
Ruins of a child's old fantasy
Ruins of a child was [?]
Lenny
Lenny is a target lost the route
Who's that, what's that, what do you mean
I'll never know when I lost my dream
Who's that, what's that, gimme your name
3rd of June, end of game
Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
Looked at his face
Took off his jacket
Put it on the pavement
Stepped on it
And started preaching like a monk from
After some minutes, he had a little crowd
Which dissappeared when a police car passed by slowly
Like rolling gloom
And Mr. Toomy throws his voice 'til he was the only one in the area
At this early night of June 3rd, 1988
Who's that, what's that, what do you mean
I'll never know when I lost my dream
Who's that, what's that, gimme your name
3rd of June, end of game
Throughout pain we learn that harmony bleeds Stabbed by the daggers of death, wind whispers its sorrow Weakness splays his wings, infecting my dreams The sand of time slipping through our hands
This is the 3rd of June, 1988
A highly unimportant day
Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over Manhattan
In a downtown far away, Mr. Toomy, our face in a crowd
The city was slow and tired
The Wall Street boys wearing their ties around their neck
like boxer's towels after a fight
Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
Looked at his face, took off his jacket an
An American Banned Lyrics
FUCK THE BANKS I'VE HEARD THEM BUT THEN SOMEONE HAS TO CASH THIS CHECK A THIRD GOES TO THE GOVERNMENT aND THEN HALF GOES DOWN TO RENT AND THEN WHAT'S LEFT SEEMS LIKE A GIFT IT NEARLY BRINGS TEARS TO THE
d stepped on itFUCK THE BANKS I'VE HEARD THEM BUT THEN SOMEONE HAS TO CASH THIS CHECK A THIRD GOES TO THE GOVERNMENT aND THEN HALF GOES DOWN TO RENT AND THEN WHAT'S LEFT SEEMS LIKE A GIFT IT NEARLY BRINGS TEARS TO THE
Who's that, what's that, what do you mean
I'll never know where I lost my dream
Who's that, what's that, gimme your name
3rd of June, end of game
No looking to the right
No looking to the left
Lenny is a target and always on track
Lenny is a target and nobody shoots
Lenny is a target lost the route
Ruins of a child's old fantasy
Ruins of a child was [?]
Lenny
Asshole Lyrics
I am an asshole Yes I am And I'm gonna hurt you I am a wanker Yes I know And I'll never change I am a sick man Yes I am And I will desert you I am a buster And I know that
is a target and nobody shootsI am an asshole Yes I am And I'm gonna hurt you I am a wanker Yes I know And I'll never change I am a sick man Yes I am And I will desert you I am a buster And I know that
Lenny is a target lost the route
Who's that, what's that, what do you mean
I'll never know when I lost my dream
Who's that, what's that, gimme your name
3rd of June, end of game
Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
Looked at his face
Took off his jacket
Put it on the pavement
Stepped on it
And started preaching like a monk from
Soft Mind Lyrics
inbred the liars they're bying and selling in soft minds castrate their mission your loss of dscisions combine your faith in the after enslaving the present varies in crime your fa
another worldinbred the liars they're bying and selling in soft minds castrate their mission your loss of dscisions combine your faith in the after enslaving the present varies in crime your fa
After some minutes, he had a little crowd
Which dissappeared when a police car passed by slowly
Like rolling gloom
And Mr. Toomy throws his voice 'til he was the only one in the area
At this early night of June 3rd, 1988
Who's that, what's that, what do you mean
I'll never know when I lost my dream
Who's that, what's that, gimme your name
3rd of June, end of game